Numb // Hisoka Morrow x OC x Chrollo Lucilfer

01=_= Dog Pin

I've lived in the dark my whole life with no one to shine a light on my dark path downward. My mother was a strong woman at least when it came to others, She was bright and glowing everyone loved her. But my father was a buff man he had cursing deep purple eyes, long light brown hair that was very wavy, and golden brown tan skin to go with his super tone bod he was a total stud-muffin at least that's what they called it in their hay day.

 Although he was gorgeous he was mean, he was always mad at me, my mom, even my older brother Barney who was the spiting image of him, people, the world and maybe even aliens if they exist. When my mom died he completely lost it, he didn't care for me  like he was supposed to, only when we had to go to court to keep my grandparents from taking me from him, And Barney ran away from home after mom died. Dad even told the judge I was all he had left and unfortunately she believed him and I had to live with him for ten more years only for him to go "missing" three month after I turned sixteen I reported it to the police but no matter how long they searched they couldn't find him. 

To keep from suffocating myself from all the physical and mental abuse suffered as a kid I drowned my sorrow into the evil of this world but eventually I got tried of ripping out villain's hearts because they refused to 'surrender' it's not like they had a choice. so..  Why would I miss the opportunity to fight someone willing to die who most likely has done more crime than the scum on the cross walk.

*Splash*

"Stop" I whine 

*Splash*

"Cut it out!" I yelled at my adolescent older brother Barney he was always  pranking me, and or hurting me and then saying it was an accident and mom would always believe him and tell me to walk it off.  "It wasn't me" He said holding up his hands which we covered in dirt and what looked like dried up blood in defense "I was taking a nap" I pouted. 

"Calm down I said didn't do it" He growled putting down his hands like he was about to hit me. "Sorry" I whispered in a soft voice covering my face to try and block his hit "-You wanna see something cool" He said changing the subject, switching his face from angry to excited in seconds- I was hesitant at first because every time Barney ask to show me something it would usually be a prank of sort. "Calm down June-e-bee" He hummed "That's not my name" I whined trying to knocking him off  the question of seeing what he had to show me.

 "I know but it's lot cuter than your real name, Now come on it's so cool I promise" But it wasn't as cool as he made my four year old mind believe. "Fine it better not be a prank" I said point my finger at him only for him to grab it dragging me to the backyard. "Oh trust me this is so real" The smirk that grew on his was terrifying which really made me regret my decisions. 

"What's wrong Jun-e you scared now" My brother teased, I should've said No and walked away, I knew it was a trap yet he pulled me down into this anyways. "Just let me go Barney" Tears streamed down my face like a river. "Why don't whores like to be tied up" "Don't say that Barney" I shook my head and continued to pull at the jump ropes that he stole from the girls that lived in the neighborhood. See Barney was just like his father Handsome and a Finesser, two of the worst traits in a man like my  father and brother. My father was an amazing liar he could make you believe that nothing could ever kill you and you'd believe it too. "Barney, I thought yo loved me" "I don't love whores" He said and pushed me into the hole he dug with his friends "NO! Please!! I don't like the dark" "Goodnight disappointment"  He words rang through my mind like rubbing your finger around a wine glass rim . 

......

Now I'm twenty-three years old and I've dedicated my life to fight crime. But I've also become a threat or threatened by mainly the police who don't there jobs correctly. "Look all I'm saying is that you should watch yourself." My only 'friend' I've had as an adult told me "Mat who are you more worried about me or your precious police force" I asked folding my arms over my chest and but all my weight on  my right leg as we stand in front of a coffee shop. He put his head down "Both. Them because I know you won't let anyone get in the way of 'helping people' " He said with quotations "You don't think I'm helping?" I asked all he had to do was say one wrong thing and he knew I'd rip his head off without  a care in the world, That's how I was raised to be. "Look I don't want them to have to but you in a cage" he sighed lifting his head "As if I'd let that happen" I said and looked away from his face cooling off a little "a shock prison" He said his voice sounded so sincere and concerned but I wasn't buying it. I stayed quite for a moment  honestly didn't care about the glory and praise I as getting I just wanted  to help all the people who  out  there thinking there daughter was dead, or their son was murder and he still was caught. "Ugh! Fine I stay of they Radar but if I see they're still not on there shit I'm coming out of the dog pin" I growled at him "Oh yeah and while you stay 'Off the radar' How about you go to a fight club." He said I practically chocked on the coffee we had bought earlier before our kinda argument "A what" I laughed a little with extremely hot coffee burning my tongue.